Forbidden Highlander (Highlander Trilogy 2)

Elwin, the warrior who first guarded her, stepped in front of the door as soon as she opened it. “You’re not to be going anywhere,” he said. “And Cree ordered that no one was to enter until he permitted it.”

That brought a smile to her face and she held the empty bucket up.

Elwin smiled and nodded, filled the bucket from the rain barrel, and returned it to Dawn. She was pleased to learn that Cree thought the same as she did and had ordered that no one was to disturb them. She had him all to herself, if only for a while.

She got busy setting leaves to brewing for a tasty drink she and her mum used to enjoy on cold days. She also had enough oats and barley to make porridge and to make bread, though it would not be as tasty as Turbett’s. It would however fill them.

It felt good to prepare her own meal again and this time it was not for her alone, which made the task that more pleasant.

She had just taken the last of the bread loaves she had made off the hearth stone when she heard…

“Dawn?”

She hurried into the other room to find Cree, cover pushed back and ready to come find her. And ready for much more since he was as hard as stone. She rushed over to him and pushed him down on the bed, pulling the covers over him to his waist with her eyes focused above his hard chest… hard… damn but he was hard for her.

“You left me,” he said upset.

She shook her head and sat on the bed beside him. She pushed her eyes wide and then gestured holding a bowl and stirring and pointed to him and then herself.

He smiled. “You’re cooking for us.”

She nodded, then patted her stomach and pointed to him.

“I’m feeling better, though I’d feel much better if you crawled in beside me and kept me warm.”

Dawn was ever so tempted, but he needed his rest and she was curious as to what happened that had caused him to fall ill. She pointed at him, shrugged, and narrowed her eyes.

“A bit of bad food I suppose,” he said and stretched his hand out to her.

She shook her head not believing that.

“Do not worry about it; I am fine. Now get in this bed.”

She shook her head adamantly and placed her hands on her hips.

“You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”

She gave a sharp nod.

“My stomach soured, there is nothing more to it,” he insisted. “Now come over here.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes.

“You’re going to make me come get you?” he asked with a grin that warned and tempted.

She pointed at him, her stomach, the bed, and then stepped back.

“I am well enough. I don’t require anymore rest and did you just back away from me?”

She wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed with him and make love. The sight of his naked chest thick with muscles and the size of his organ thick and hard had made her wet and turned her legs limp, not to mention what it did to her resolve to see that he rested.

She had to remain strong and see that he healed and so with her chin set firm, she took another step back.

“Oh, my love, you’re going to pay for that.” He grinned and jumped out of bed.

She was so shocked that he called her my love that she failed to react and she was even more shocked that he had loosened her skirt and pushed it to the ground. Her mouth dropped open.

He pressed a finger to it. “Not a word.”

He startled her again by speaking to her as if she had a voice, though she should be used to it by now, he had done it so often. And again he distracted her so that her blouse was dismissed without a thought.

His grin grew wicked when he grabbed her shoulders and walked her backward to the bed, giving her a shove when the back of her legs touched the edge. As she fell back he took hold of her legs and yanked off her boots. Then he came down on top of her nesting his hardness between her legs.

“Now that’s where I want to be.” He kissed her softly. “Do you want me there, love?”

Love. The word turned her into a simpering fool, but what did she care. She wanted him snug inside her just as much—perhaps more—than he wanted to bury himself in her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a fervor that had stirred in her from when she first entered the room and saw him naked and hard.

He responded in kind, his kiss deep, and hungry. His arm went around her waist, lifting her to move her further along the bed so that their legs did not hang off the edge. Then he nestled over her raining kisses down along her neck until he reached her breasts and then he nipped playfully at her nipples that budded tightly like a flower before full bloom.